She's waiting, accompanied by Olivia's sweet memories.
1.00a.m. He's not showed up yet. Maybe he's a lil late today, she told herself. Just wait for a while more.
2.00a.m. He's still not here.
2.45a.m. Thats her last glance at the mini-red-alarm clock which sits next to her bed before she dozed off completely. Will check in again later when she gets up, she murmers to herself. He might be having a morning meeting.
8.00a.m. No familiar sign at sight. He's not in today, she whispers to herself. Has he fallen sick? Is he ok? Or he's on a business trip? Maybe he drank too much last night and couldn't get up this morning so he decided to call it off? Question starts to elicit its presence, one by one, sitting firstrow in her mind theatre.
She will never get the answer.
update: it was a public holiday. that is why.
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